On the day of the wedding, Chen Wu received a voice message - "She has terminal cancer and the wedding is cancelled."
That was Lu Shiyan's voice. The man she had been waiting for for four years personally canceled their wedding.
Then there was a fire. Everyone said that Chen Wu was dead.
Lu Shiyan didn't believe it. He didn't believe there was no body.
Six years. He designated the wedding day as a day of mourning for the entire group. He stands all night in the cemetery every year. He doesn't give any interviews and doesn't spend time alone with any women.
Everyone said he was crazy - a widower of a woman who had been dead for six years.
Until that day, in the foggy cemetery, he grabbed the wrist of a strange woman.
The fragrance of gardenia. The fragrance of gardenia is exactly the same as Shen Wu.
"What perfume are you wearing?"
"I never have to."
She took her daughter and turned to leave. The child looked back at him - cold white skin, slightly raised eyes, exactly like him.
The person he had been looking for for six years was standing in front of him.
But he couldn't recognize it.
And she didn't dare to admit it.
Because if you admit it, you have to answer the question - "You are alive, why don't you come back?"
This is a story about waiting, searching, and reunion.
Six years ago, she said: "Shi Yan, you will come, right?"
Six years later, he said: "Wuwu, let me see your face alive."
